No words can describe my feelings each time I gaze lovingly at my little bundle sleeping ever so soundly. A rush of pride. A pang of intense emotion.
It is amazing that from inside of me, I can grow someone as cute as him. When I put my lips close to his soft cheeks, I know the world is complete. With just him and all my other sons. Including the one that I had once loved but no longer here.
I must say that a woman is not complete until she tasted motherhood. Be it her own flesh and blood or a child picked up lovingly by her to care.
This same child will make you cry and also make you laugh. This sweet innocent guy makes everyone’s heart melt. He will run to the door to greet every one of his brothers when they get home from school. He will make his papa’s tired day at work dissipated the moment he greeted his usual, “oooh…papaaa”.
When he sings and dance, “Shake your booty yea, yea, yea” and shakes his own little bump, no one can be mad with him anymore. No matter what damages he had done. Everyone can’t resist that impish smile.
I can go on writing more about ‘a complete woman’ but have to run now because my little devil is throwing pistachios all over the house! Arrggh…so much for trying to write mushy stuffs.